Anyanka
groaned as she entered the small hidden demon bar in New York City. Had she asked for some other vengeance
demon to do the spell of the year?
No. This stock market thing
was supposed to be all hers, but instead this new demon comes in and ruined it
and as a result, has become D'Hoffryn's new favorite. It was time like these that the over thousand year old
vengeance demon was extremely grateful for the use of alcohol in beverages.

She
dragged herself into the bar and started searching for a place to sit and get
drunk. As far as she could tell,
the seats were occupied. There was
not a free one in sight. She
stopping, looking over to her right.
She stood corrected. There
was an empty seat next to a bleach blonde thing. He was too pale to be human, Anyanka noted.

She
walked up towards this bleach blonde creature, grabbing the empty seat next to
him, hoping it was not saved for anyone.
Sensitivity and politeness have never been her strong points. "This isn't saved, is it?"
she asked miserably a moment later.

The
vampire sitting next to her shook his head. "She's not coming here. Haven't seen her in two bloody days, why would she show up
now?"

Anyanka
rolled her eyes before stopping and staring curiously at the thing. "What did you do to her?" she
accused.

The
thing shrugged. "That's just
it, I don't know. She's out of her
bloody mind so I never know what happens with her. One day she's head over heels for me and the next she's out
in hotel rooms with Darla of all people!"

"Drink?"
she asked.

The
vampire nodded and ordered the two of them a whole bunch of bottles of whisky,
vodka, whatever the bartender had lying around. After numerous drinks, one thing started leading to another
and even though the bar was closed, not a single person would dare kick Anyanka
or Spike out of it. The two of
them jumped up onto the bar and began pulling at each other's clothes.

Sunnydale

Present Time

"Wait,"
Xander interrupted as he turned to face Anya. "You had sex with that?"

"Personally,
I blame the vodka," Anya answered miserably.

"Can
we get back to the main point?" Buffy asked curiously with a glance at her
best friend and Anya.
"Please," she added with a cautious glance at the strange
vampire in the room. "Sooner
or later she's going to get bored and start eating someone."

Mary
shook her head. "I don't eat
trash," she commented dryly.
"Might eat you though," she said as her baby blue eyes fell on
Buffy. "There's something
special in your blood, I can feel it."

"Alright,
we can defiantly get back to the story," Buffy said as she turned to Anya
and Spike.

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